Get On The Road - Tired Pony

The fire, the wine, the bed and you

In this crimson light I find the truth

And truth is like a punch or two

It hits you hard, it knocks you through

So I get on the road and ride to you

I get on the road and ride to you

Kiss like a fight that neither wins

One tender payment for our sins

You are the drug that I can’t quit

Your perfect chaos is a perfect fit

From broken farm to broken farm

The engine noise like an alarm

It breathes a thunder in my soul

It starts this race through the dustbowl

The wheel it settles in my hands

This is the measure of the man

I point the car at north at you

My Route has scarred the country through